I am finding that it takes a lot of time to be a woman, to have a feeling of space, and breath; a chance to sink into myself.
As long as I take time every morning to light a candle to my life---it remains my life.
But, if I hurry into the day without that small moment of quiet,
then I have already lost myself, and the day.
The task for me is to care daily for myself and my life, to love and to nurture
within myself, moment by moment,
the quality of quiet presence--quietly being present to my life--which sanctifies it
---to live as if the candle is lighted.
(Author Unknown by me- I came across this writing in one of my mother's old book boxes- typed onto a piece of paper)